Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Well, all right. Au revoir.
A very pleasant au revoir to you.
My tiara. Thank you.
Poor fella. Two-to-one
she locks him in her closet.

-l'd be grateful if she did.
-l think he's cute.

You know very well what l mean.
You and that-- What are you doing?

Just testing. Wonder what l'll
wear it with. How does it look?

Exactly like trouble.
l told the coalition leader that we
need a man who can do something about--

Finish your story, dear.
Your table, madame.
Good evening, Miss Lee and Miss Shaw.
This is Mr. Crossley. Mr. Franklin.

-Mr. Mason. How do you do?
-Mr. Brooks.

How do you do?
-ls Mr. Spofford here?
-No, but this is his chair.

-You're here, Miss Lee.
MASON: Miss Shaw, you're here.

-Could my friend have your seat?
-But of course.

She gets sick if she rides backwards.
-l'm sorry.
-Not at all.

-How are we at the same table?
-l was assigned this seat.

-How much did it cost?
-l can't tell. You'd get conceited.

Enjoying the trip, Mr. Franklin?
How many times have you crossed?
lsn't it lonely on the ocean?